We all have our friends and our friends all have their stories.
Now this story begins within those sentiments exactly. I have a friend that I have grown close with over the years, with that growth comes the wildest stories and situations I’ve ever heard.
She’s very much a wild spirit and down for a lot of fun yet wild behavior. I love her because how freely she expresses herself both with her desires and abilities to express herself verbally.
Her name is Gabby.
Regardless of the variables- we begin last Friday night.
Gabby and I both get out of work and are both highly annoyed with not just our jobs but the situationships we’re currently dealing with.
I had just tried calling mine and not a response or anything so I was highly irritated. She was trying to communicate how she felt about something with her person and he kept shutting her out and using his job as an alibi.
So we decided to meet up and decompress and vent. I usually smoke and she usually drinks while we debate the mental issues of our significant others.